冬

冬

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北风吹走了故事

思想的线挂在树皮上

凝结成老茧

远处

茫茫

狐

在准备一场穿越黑暗的白色旅行

Winter by T.G.

The north wind blows away the stories,

Threads of thought hang on the tree bark,

Congealing into rough calluses.

In the distance,

Vast and hazy,

A fox

Prepares for a white journey through the darkness.